[sorry, hilda. this is all real. though perhaps she would be one of the lucky wildcards to disappear by the end of all this. especially at her reaction to what this place has in store for her. god, who allowed him to be the one to tell newcomers about all the sex? he's like the least qualified due to his general lack of sympathy.]

When you're officially admitted to the resort, you get assigned a rank and suit. [he'd show her his tattoo... but he kinda can't without being indecent.] Like a deck of cards. You go around fucking people of different ranks and suits until you get a full deck of metaphorical cards - and then you get to go home.

[a shrug, as if it's no big deal. and to him, it's really not. but who knows for her... ah- he should warn her.]

And you need to have sex every so often, or the resort finds a way to punish you until you do. Either your suit mark will inject you with an aphrodisiac or you slowly turn to stone.